Elemental Soul(IA) Vs Pakeveli(IE)
Due In One Week - That's 7 Days.
20-30 Lines
House Rules
Blind Spit
Mandatory Checks by Friday
Topics
Drunken Ecstacy
"Let me soothe your pains"
Barnyard billiards
Rustly Willows
Mind over Matter
Love is in the air
Hello! President
My Regards Jasper
G/L to both participants
checkity check...G/l
Kiss me through the camera lens.TNL
before i go write, both of us are allowed to use images for our chosen topics w/e they be, aight stay up
Kiss me through the camera lens.TNL
Does Elemental know about this, or even agree to it?
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Originally Posted by Cartman
no idea, he was a replacement for vafinest...if your talking about using images for our topics, then i hope you, as a crew member, can tell him that.
Kiss me through the camera lens.TNL
wtf i didn't even know about this. someone PM'd me about me bein in a battle against pakaveli... like wow this is one of the reasons why i don't like joinen crews.
well I was sure your leader would od imformed you but I guess he just didnt bother.It seemed he did not notify one person in his crew
Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper?
On his way down past each floor,he kept saying to reassure himself
So far so good.....
So far so good.....
So far so good.....
But how you fall doesn't matter
Its how you land
i told him it was my bad..we just talked about it
now lets get this goin
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I'll write on "My Regards Jasper"...G/L
Actually, pak, i dunno what i'm gonna write about yet... ya'll will jus have to wait and see.
FUCK BITCHES, GET MONEY.
okay oh and only respected heads can vote.
"Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie."
Jean Cocteau
x1 PSHOF
Imminent Evolution
My Regards Jasper
http://www.swordofthelord.com/biogra...JasperJohn.jpg
Stormy showers gave light for the mud houses that stood their ground
Wasps whisk around the young, young Jasper amused at the playful sound
Infused with love saddened at his state, he worked through hate and berate
Berated through cat calls the young hound malls, the girl stalls her face elate
They were not masters of their fate and soon the masters argued over the deal
Of an extra meal of oatmeal, the arguments went on through looks of steel
The conclusion of the situation came in delusion for Jaspers infatuation
Never to be seen again the girl was sold to a new master for segregation
Jasper plunged into life of negligence, much to his mothers distaste
He grew wary to nary yet nobody understood the demons he ate
Demons that gnawed the inner wisdom he screamed in his dreams
Dreams of his love pierced heart crushed under quibbled means
Tired, his masters sent him to breathe the tobacco in the year 1839
Whilst drinking wine, he said “you are a waste and no longer mine”
The smoke un-purified the breath and lead Jasper to nearing his death
Their he was struck with “God’s arrow of conviction”, caught his breath
In 1840, the baptism took place, 30 days later Jasper began to preach
Preach at the funerals, with such vivacity that warmed all and each
“We are all one!” his pointed and powerful messages soon attracted
Droves of whites and blacks and he became the epitome that interacted
With God, he became the mouthpiece that spread the unadulterated words
His broken and illiterate accent became obsolete to the listening herds
In 1901 he said "Ye Must Be Born Again.", talking of the issue
Of the death he awaited that pained & strained his fleshy tissue
His soul flew from the mortal mechanics and the bodily borders
"I am waiting at the river, looking across for further orders."
1812-1901
The last word uttered by John Jasper, the founder of Sixth Mount Zion Baptist Church in Richmond. My Regards to you Jasper, for showing faith has no colour.
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I've always wondered about death: What If it blunders and doubts breath?
Lights flare, sharp wind strikes air making kites tear. Why care?
Well, picture dying in your sleep... During a nightmare
You're trying to defeat, but you're frying in a deep
Torment filled with guilt, tortured until you tilt
The course of the skills you built
Used against your mind's bruised defensive climb,
Movin to the nerves with clues of endless chimes.
It's the sound of a roach playing the drums in your ears.
Time has waited hundreds of years
To tell us the lightning's ahead.
The fake gray hair's added to enlighten ya head;
The spider, the web.
The vanilla sky tightens when titans tie ten... knots,
Because nine isn't enough to make righteous plots
And make the storm bleed... like a wet... dike in debt.
The face scarred, the struggle, the bid;
Some men force a summon to get a sum in a second.
The graveyard, the shovel, ya dig?
I'm done with the lessons. Stop runnin. Progression
Is a process...
Of all elimination. Don't take faith for granted.
Adults intimidate kids. Your face is slanted.
The open wound feels a salt assault within an ached rib.
Tastebuds taste bud replacing space with damage.
They crack the vault, a rapid waltz incinerates fibs.
Heroes lose hope and kill humans to save the planet.
The broken tail, the dog, the bark.
Break those habits, try not to trust the ripple.
The ax, the log, the bark.
Don't embark upon the rustily willows.
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wtf @ no1 voting yet.
FL's so inactive.
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